The chaos in my life never seems to be more chaotic than on nights in which we plan to go witnessing. Last night was no exception.
It was a really good day at work and the Lord blessed myself and the company with many fruits of our labor, if you will. However the last “fruit” came late in the day. My customer asked me to come at 6PM to sign a contract. I showed up early so that I might still get with the team by 6:30 -6:45 and be able to head out together and pray with one another. A long story shortened, my meeting ran very late and it was nearly 7PM when I finished up. Praise Jesus for the blessings of that meeting. The unfortunate part, if you will, was that I missed the team, outside of Bob Wickland, who was waiting for me so that He and I could witness together. I picked up Bob and we went down to frame park in Waukesha. We arrive nearly at the entrance of the park and lo and behold a train is there and we must sit and wait that out. While in the truck, the sun was certainly setting and I was battling anxiety and frustration. The train finally passes and we enter and park. Bob prayed in the truck for us as we waited.
The Night:
We began to walk the track in the park and although it was getting late there were many people still there, as it was a glorious evening weather wise. We were tracting in bunches and having brief conversations and I believe the gospel was really hitting its mark as it always will with the Word of God. As for me, I was struggling in my flesh. Bob was having a conversation with a gentleman and during this I felt compelled to pray. I prayed for forgiveness of my sin and prayed God would relieve me of the terror of speaking that I was feeling. I attributed this fear to unbelief within me. “Lord increase my faith and forgive my unbelief. Give me a boldness to proclaim your Word.” That was the gist of the prayer.
We continued around the track and found many fishermen and women who were very receptive to the gospel. One older lady was a gentle and gracious and praising Jesus as I could have ever hoped for. May God bless her and continue to shine through her.
We were handing out many “million dollar bills.” As we were coming closer to the end of our journey, a man we had given a tract to earlier approached us and came to a stop. He asked if I thought that using money as a way to trick people was an effective way to bring people to God. He explained that he worked with violent crime and that money was the reason behind many of the crimes. He spoke of being somewhat offended by our ploy. I say this, yet, he seemed very gentle and conversational and not at all aggressive or combative. The Lord had His way with Bob and I in this conversation. All glory and honor and praise be to Jesus. We had a long conversation, whereby we were able to open the gospel up to this man, his name was Michael. He was objectionable to Jesus claim to being the only way. He claimed to be a reformed catholic, but was trying to figure things out. Bob and I could both see God working in a mighty way through this man. We shared the whole gospel with him. We shared mans problem and Gods grace. We shared the glory of God in Christ. I could go on and on in the details but I will just say this, it was none of us and all of Jesus. Pray for Michael as it would seem God is drawing him.
I thank God for calling us to go and proclaim His holy word. He is worthy of all our praise. To Him be all the glory.
Soli Deo Gloria